<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128214</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:35:55.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mapas en sonido</title><subtitle type='html'>the gold sounds</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mapasensonido.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapasensonido.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saganyouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128214.post-115993597513570405</id><published>2006-10-03T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:48:34.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robert Wyatt en varios momentosAl presente artista lo topé por referencias en entrevistas a Jeff Mangum (Neutral Milk Hotel). Luego lo vi participando en la especie de Unplugged que hizo Dave Gimour. Y cuando por fin escuché uno de sus discos, supe que sorpresivamente se convertía en uno de mis favoritos. Uno de esos a los que les crees desde el primer momento. El baterista / vocalista de Soft </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/115993597513570405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/115993597513570405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapasensonido.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115993597513570405' title=''/><author><name>saganyouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128214.post-115992826823247663</id><published>2006-10-03T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:17:48.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark E SmithEl líder de The Fall se distingue por la voz sin cultivar y la cháchara iluminadora / paranoide que parece fluir continuamente de su cerebro. Con el paso del tiempo y los cambios de alineación, se ha convertido en el instrumento principal de un grupo donde todo cambia, y sin embargo todo sigue igual. Helo aquí sampleado por UNKLE. La Canción es Down.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/115992826823247663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/115992826823247663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapasensonido.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115992826823247663' title=''/><author><name>saganyouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128214.post-115992776772301571</id><published>2006-10-03T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:09:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Renovamos este espacio; mp3 blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/115992776772301571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/115992776772301571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapasensonido.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115992776772301571' title=''/><author><name>saganyouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128214.post-90140008</id><published>2003-03-04T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T15:31:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lo invisible entra al oírlo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/90140008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/90140008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapasensonido.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90140008' title=''/><author><name>saganyouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5128214.post-90139801</id><published>2003-03-04T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T15:24:14.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Del silencio al final con música. De la estática al compromiso: El silencio no existe: es una creación cargada de voluntad. Desde en el inicio, el corazón ajeno puntua tiempo. Esperar que algo meta ruido en el tiempo que termina cuando el propio calla. Trazar el camino del sonido en el aire, aquello invisible a lo que se da presencia. Sus ondas. Aquello que busca  hacerse oir.  Con banda sonora.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/90139801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5128214/posts/default/90139801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mapasensonido.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90139801' title=''/><author><name>saganyouth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299493447878512103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
